in my solitude

i alone stand in this skin
looking through wary eyes
letting very little in
cautious of my own demise

i alone sit in these thoughts
passing judgments like breaths
counting half the world for naught
dying daily little deaths

i alone dwell in this state
of turbulent distress
learning what it means to wait
on God, accepting nothing less

i alone must live within
this skin, these thoughts, this state
and be the me i am again
'til time wipes clean my slate.

© soledad evans (2006)